Over her hung the portrait of a beautiful young girl, also standing beside a harp.

She was dressed in white, and she wore a June rose in her hair and another at her throat.

Betty walked over and looked up at the picture long and earnestly.
"That's my grandmothah, Amanthis," said Lloyd, pausing in her song, "and that's the way she looked the first time grandfathah evah saw her.

And heah's Uncle Tom in his soldier clothes, and this is mothah's great-great-aunt that was such a belle in the days of Clay and Webstah." She led the way around the room, introducing Betty to all the old family portraits, with interesting tales about each one.

Then she went back to her harp, and Betty sat down in front of the first picture again.